CHAPTER SEVEN
At twelve noon, Angie pulled her Toyota Camry up to the security shack at the gate leading into the fenced-in compound. Thank goodness Ian had told her the complex had four blue metal warehouses. Otherwise, she would have thought she made a wrong turn somewhere, although she’d only made one turn off the main highway. The compound was in the middle of nowhere, but he’d said both his businesses and home were on the property. She wondered where his home was because she didn’t see any houses.
The guard at the gate approached her car, and she rolled down the driver’s window. “Hi, my name is Angie, and I’m here to see Ian. He said you would know I was coming.”
The burly, mustached man with a g*n on his hip tipped his navy blue baseball cap at her and smiled. “Good afternoon, Ms.
